Angel Dust Eyes Novels & Stories

“Lady Vastria, calm down.” Vastria was breathing heavily as she looked ahead. It was dark, but she could hear it. The shredding of flesh, bones breaking, the sloshing of wet blood upon flesh. She tried to make out the scene, but it was too dark. She closed her eyes and concentrated. She forced her eyes to see within the dark. Her eyes glowed silvery red as she opened them slowly. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. Elcid beside her whispered in her ear. “What do you see?”

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

She wasn’t one of my past flings who didn’t care where or when I fucked them or how I fucked them. She was my precious little angel. My fucking everything. And I was going to remind her of how much she means to me. “I want to tie you to my fucking bed and ravish you, Angel, until you can’t take anymore and till we’re both out of breath.” I voice my thoughts against her lips, gazing into her eyes; those beautiful eyes that reminds me of the sudden grey clouds in the sky over a bright afternoon weather. Like the calm before a storm. Her eyes were a mix of grey clouds and bright, clear blue summer sky. And they were staring into mine with as much fucking desire for me and I held for her.

Then he locks his mouth around her cunt, lapping and licking at her. I watch her face, looking down on her as her arousal spirals ever upwards, first her breasts and neck flushing pink, then further, up and over her cheeks. And now, her eyes lock with mine, those eyes; sometimes grey in the dusk light, sometimes sea-green, under the sky and the sunlight. She reaches for me, fingers touching my face, tracing my mouth, my cheeks. "My Golden Angel..." she whispers. Angel, Baby? Yeah, I´ll be an angel for you, but the demon in me wants you too...

" Still pretending to be asleep?, you don't wanna take responsibility?. he asked with a serious face. Angel still pretending to be asleep, with one of her eyes slightly open , saw Elliot step out of the bath with his hair dripping wet and a long towel wrapped around his lower body and his upper body in full view , she salivated on seeing his well toned muscles and the abs he was flaunting shamelessly,' oh God! please help me, cause am gonna have a nose bleed if i continue to watch this male siren seducing me ! she exclaimed in her head . but his next words threw her out of her fantasy world and balance.

I saw Kenneth’s wings flair and spread wide, the purple becoming absorbed by the inky night. A beam of light shot from the nest, straight up into the night. We watched, awestruck, as the angel unfurled his pure white wings. They shot from his body in a motion so fast I almost didn’t see it, snapping open as his bright blue eyes scanned the ground. His eyes practically glowed, a bright sapphire set in his angular face. His features smooth as porcelain, long black hair dancing in the wind behind him, with a silver streak right toward the front. He was beautiful, truly beautiful, and I knew exactly who he was. Only one angel had eyes like that, Shamshiel. A shiver went through me as I recalled

Angelo and I looked at each other in confusion. Angelo suddenly ran away to another direction. What was that? Alex is so weird. Did something happen? I wonder where Azrael is. Silently, I followed Alex inside the castle. I’m still wondering why she’s silent. I wanted so badly to know why Azrael is not with her. Her eyes were void of emotion which scared me. I've never seen her eyes like this our entire lives. Her eyes are the most expressive and ravishing that I've ever seen. And it’s so weird to see no emotion in them. It’s like I am looking at a hollow person.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

Angel muttered a curse beneath his breath in French as he grabbed her chin, tipping it up and cursing again when he realized how much such a move was a disadvantage to him. It only highlighted her delicate features. Her eyelashes were too long and thick. Her bloody lips were slightly parted as she glared at him with those goddamn flirty eyes, and for the first time in a long while, Angel wanted to stand up so bad and teach the woman before him an unforgettable lesson. Taken by surprise, Elena’s eyes squinted at the feel of his cold palm underneath her chin. It was firm, yet cautious. Inviting, yet persistent. His dark eyes were intense as if they were seeing through one’s soul, and for a mom

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.